Two of my boys recently referred to themselves as Daddies on social media, and although I don’t agree with them (and reprimanded them publicly), it has me wondering what it’ll be like when I’m finally considered a Granddaddy.
It may be a way off, but I’m sure my big, beautiful dick and I will always be worthy of worship…
Last weekend I got cock-blocked by a local who’s notorious for rudely swooping in and stealing guys. So imagine my surprise when he contacted me wanting to hook up this weekend.
I mean, he is furry and hot, but I don’t know if I could fuck the guy. Unless I can fuck some manners into him…
Okay. Bear Bust is over, and I am sufficiently fucked out. It was such a fun weekend meeting people, dancing, playing pool games and, of course, hooking up, but now I’m ready for a break.
Half day of work. Yoga. Then movie night hosted by a friend of mine at the bar.
Ooo. At the bar.
So I guess you never know what could happen! Haha!
I love big, crazy gay events. They’re a voyeurs paradise! You don’t even have to lurk to get an eyeful. When there aren’t any sex demos, just walk around the host hotel looking for open curtains.
They get to show off, and I get warmed up for Round Three…
Turns out I didn’t need two dates yesterday. Brunch guy turned into an all-day experience of eating, fucking, going to a museum, the park, more eating, more fucking, drinks and, you guessed it, more fucking. He left to drive back home this morning.
I’m trying to convince him to come back for Bear Bust this weekend. As a ginger muscle bear, he’ll fit right in.
It’s parade day, and I can’t wait to see all the freaks. I mean, I love the diversity of support on display in gay pride parades, but what I like more is ogling the hot men in Speedos and leather, half-drunk, gyrating on floats, acting as moving invitations to the clubs sponsoring them.